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Topic: The Traveler (Read 2758 times)

A tall man with a large cloak coplete with hood walks into the Citadel and takes a seat at the bar. "Wine please." He says in a slow transelvaninyan (pardon the spelling) actsent. He looks up but all you see is the shade of the iside of his cloak. He grabs up the wine and slowly drinks it down and then walks off to the corner leaving to gold coins by the drink one spinning like a top.

From the far corner spoke up a reclusive individual. "Well, for the moment we have sake and my favorite ale, but, if you are here long enough, a drunkin pirate penguin will join us and offer you his best grog."

A mound of gold, silver, white, and grey hair- seemingly endless- covers the head of an elder sage; save that of a large round nose and a well worn pipe.

"I, strom, keeper of useless knowledge, welcome you."

Logged

Conan! What are three great things in life?

To crush your enemies; to have them flee before you, and to hear the lamenations of their women.